I Am Mad, I Think. I Am

Julia's Vocabulary Was "chock-full" Of Strangely Archaic Words - "spiffing," "crumbs," "jeepers" - That Seemed To Have Originated In Some Prewar Girls' Annual Rather Than In Julia's Own Life. For Jackson, Words Were Functional, They Helped You Get To Places And Explain Things. For Julia, They Were Freighted With Inexplicable Emotion.

You Must Never Believe Everything They Say About A Person. Generally Speaking, Most Of It Will Be Lies, Half-truths At Best.

When You Chopped Logs With The Ax And They Split Open They Smelled Beautiful, Like Christmas. But When You Split Someone's Head Open It Smelled Like Abattoir And Quite Overpowered The Scent Of The Wild Lilacs You'd Cut And Brought Into The House Only This Morning, Which Was Already Another Life.

What Did You Do When The Worst Thing That Could Happen To You Had Already Happened - How Did You Live Life Then? You Had To Hand It To Theo Wyre, Just Carrying On Living Required A Strength And Courage That Most People Didn't Have.

She Doesn't Believe In Dogs," Bridget Said. "dogs Are Hardly An Article Of Faith," Sylvie Said.